That gie’d me woone I lov’d so dear,
An’ now ha’ lost, O zunny woodlands!
O let me rove ageän unspied,
Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Along your green-bough’d hedges’ zide.
As then I rambled, zunny woodlands!
An’ where the missèn trees woonce stood,
Or tongues woonce rung among the wood,
My memory shall meäke em good,
Though you’ve a-lost em, zunny woodlands!
LEADY-DAY, AN’ RIDDEN HOUSE.
Aye, back at Leädy-Day, you know,
I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe;
At Leädy-Day I took my pack
O’ rottletraps, an’ turn’d my back
Upon the weather-beäten door,
That had a-screen’d, so long avore.
The mwost that theäse zide o’ the greäve,
I’d live to have, or die to seäve!
My childern, an’ my vier-pleäce.
Where Molly wi’ her cheerful feäce.
When I’d a-trod my wat’ry road
Vrom night-bedarken’d vields abrode,
Wi’ nimble hands, at evenèn, blest
Wi’ vire an’ vood my hard-won rest;
The while the little woones did clim’.
So sleek-skinn’d, up from lim’ to lim’,
Till, strugglèn hard an’ clingèn tight.
They reach’d at last my feäce’s height.
All tryèn which could soonest hold
My mind wi’ little teäles they twold.
